W.C. Roberts

After traveling the byways of East Tennessee, WC Roberts settled down in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in WC’s own discarded clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set and of ravens. Above all, he writes, and has had his poetry published in Apex Magazine, Shock Totem, Illumen, Mindflights, Aoife’s Kiss, Basement Stories, Labyrinth Inhabitant Magazine, Scifaikuest, Star*Line, and has work accepted for upcoming publication in Strange Horizons, Space & Time Magazine, The Martian Wave, and others.